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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: eyes. The jolting headway of the car gave place to a gliding
rush. This was broken by a slight jar, and then above the hum
and roar rose a cowboy yell. Madeline waited with strained
nerves for the expected crash. It did not come. Opening her
eyes, she saw the level valley floor without a break. She had
not even noticed the instant when the car had shot over the wash.
A strange breathlessness attacked her, and she attributed it to
the celerity with which she was being carried along. Pulling the
hood down over her face, she sank low in the seat. The whir of
the car now seemed to be a world-filling sound. Again the
feeling of excitement, the poignancy of emotional heights, the
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